re-surfacing our wild promises

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The time will come

when, with elation,

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door,

in your own mirror,

and each will smile at the other’s welcome

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.

Give wine. Give bread.

Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

…Derek Walcott

your soul-home invites you to journey through the topsy-turvy antics of what sustains the fire, the hearth and home of passion…..the way is where the light feels warm, the disused is found and the daily routine suspended if only for a moment….trees call and suddenly need to be climbed….

The spiritual teacher Krishnamurti maintained that there was no path to truth. Creative work is always about accessing some piece of the truth, and so at some point it always requires that we leave the path, the well-worn patterns of activity and inquiry that make us feel safe. For many of us, for those of us who know how to work hard, be productive, and keep to a schedule, this can be the most difficult part of the process-finding and entering empty time. Empty time is a necessary time of transition from doing to being, from acting exclusively with our will, often in response to others’ needs and the world’s schedule, to opening to the creative process, which has a different kind of rhythm, a flow that is not exclusively within our control, a movement that will take us to unexpected places. If there is one consistent thing that stops people committed to doing creative work from doing it, it is this: a lack of necessary silence in their lives, an inability or unwillingness to find and stay with the stillness, to regularly create empty time in their day or their week. For as surely as a disciplined creative practice brings us to our creative work, so the spaciousness of empty time in our lives allows that which lights a fire within us- the muse, the creative impulse of the life force itself- to find and speak to us…..Oriah Mountain Dreamer

the seductive pull of belonging to your wild numinosity

What it all comes down to is that art is not made by a special breed of people, but by ordinary people who have dedicated a piece of their lives to special work. Art is much more the product of a commitment made by ordinary people than the product of unique talent possessed by some chosen few. Doing special work can become a routine part of your life- in fact, it almost has to if you’re actually going to get any work done. Artists are not weird people who work when inspiration strikes. Artists are regular people who work all the time, and lead real lives all the time as well. Fix breakfast, cut the grass, do the laundry, write a poem. That is the real life of an artist…..Ted Orland

6 thoughts on “re-surfacing our wild promises

  1. So very true, as life becomes more complex, as work demands more time and energy, the artist in me stands down, patiently waiting for her time to rise …
    The artist resting
    Knows patience, believes in life
    Not in calendars

    • I am so in the middle of this sacrifice myself…..there is never enough studio ‘time’…..yet it’s such a part of me, it’s not the whole story……I am always creating…..we as ordinary people committed to a creative life……it is who we are……blessings to the poems yet to be g.f.s….
      heart-fire centered art
      co-creates through soul intent
      poetics of life

  2. I love this, Blue. Always, the truth awaits our finding. It is the 9th deer at the edge of the mist, the bobcat who lounges beneath the swing, the petals floating on a southern breeze (telling of gardens just beyond the knowing). A turtle struggles in crossing the road, and the heart listens long enough to stop traffic. More than a place, it is the eternal voice of arrival. ~ Ever still, Bobbie

    • you of course have artfully and delicately drawn the map of the intimate creative flame…..the place where it so mysteriously ignites…..may you always feel its warmth……pen to soul, lovely Bobbie……

  3. Beautiful words, with a depth of wisdom that touches that creative part of my soul … I especially love the words of Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Thank you so much for this reflective moment at the end of my day. ~ Love and hugs, Julie xoxox

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